Summer Wine [SUE?] [Ostrich]

Warwick knew it wasn't a pique time for student, so he was in his small office translating the book Yuki had provided him with, completely enthralled with how powerful the art of song really was. He knew it could stir emotions in people, but never before had he realized so much was able to be done with song.
His ears seemed to perk up as he heard the ding of a bell outside, and he quickly shut the book and shoved it under some papers on the desk. He patted the desk made entirely of books and hopped down from the chair made...entirely of books. He was quite handy with a glue gun when he needed to be. Dusting himself off a little, he was looking at his feet when he walked through the much taller doorway to see who was standing at the desk.
"What can I="
His voice trailed off as he looked up into the eyes of the angel. His heart pounded in his chest as he had to keep his mouth from gaping open, and he quickly scurried up the step ladder that led him up to the counter. With a flick of his wrist, as he always had a few up his sleeve, he produced a single paper flower for her; the color of her eyes; the feature of hers that haunted his dreams.
"Mi amore, my angel has returned..."
As he offered her the flower, the biggest grin spread across his face...but he knew he had to behave himself.
"Are you here to get a book for Kukulan? I'm surprised he didn't come with you, he does spend a lot of his free time between classes in here reading up on various subjects."

Warwick's eyes grew a bit wide as she leaned in and kissed him on the forehead, he felt like he would faint from delight. Elated, he stood up on the counter of the library, which took an immense effort of climbing, grasped her head delicately and leaned in, kissing it. He lingered there, trying to catch his breath, before he stood once more and begrudgingly let loose her hand.
"I thought you were a dream, Lady Annabelinda. If it were not for Kukulan coming in every now and then to say hello, I thought I had dreamed you up to feign off my loneliness..."
He trailed off, sadness tainting his once beautiful soft eyes, but he quickly shooed it away as he looked upon her.
"Pinch me, for surely it is still a dream and I have dozed off at my post of knowledge!"

Warwick was astounded that this was even happening. Here stood the tall and wonderful woman of his dreams, telling him that she had missed him and all. The pinch was enough to make him jump a little, but not really enough to hurt. He stood there still just taking the situation in. His head tilted slightly and eyebrows raised to the mention of the club, he had heard tell of such a thing on the island but never partook in such a vile thing. He tried to think back to what they had discussed that day at the park, and his heart dropped. Yes, she was there, on display, for all the men to stare at and feast their eyes upon. Worry set in slightly, but only for a moment. Yes, yes, he'd support her in whatever it was she wanted to do.
"My lady, perhaps I shall...but for now, would you perhaps like to have lunch with me? I've got some home made chicken salad I was just about to partake of...and grapes that I might feed the divine goddess that stands before me."
He'd really brought the grapes for Bubbles, who would always demand part of his lunch even if she didn't like it...he didn't like having to clean up chicken salad off the floor. But, he'd get an apple for Bubbles from the cafeteria later, she would surely understand the situation.

He felt like he could jump for joy, the small man who stood here now with this gorgeous woman. He wanted to sing his heart out to her, pour his soul out to her. There was nothing in this world he wouldn't do for this woman before him. As she dropped his hand to his, a blush turned to his cheek. He turned his hand up to put his palm against hers, his hand small against hers. For a moment, he ran his finger tips over the lines in her hands and just felt the softness of her hands. He squeezed her thumb, trying his best to wrap his fingers through her.
"Follow me, my dearest."
He jumped down from the counter toward her and then moved toward the study. He smiled up to her, wondering what good fortune he had to have her here with him. He didn't say much as he led her into the small office with the small fridge. He opened it and pulled out the chicken salad and the grapes. It wasn't much, and he looked down at it sadly. He wasn't planning on sharing it with anyone. The frown faded as he looked back up to her, leading her through another door.

Bubbles was there to greet them, flicking her ears at the lady before nipping at her skirt, prancing away a few steps. There was a small courtyard there where they could eat in peace; a reading nook he had set up for when the sky was clear.
"Shall we have a picnic?"